Allison's response to the angels came with a roar that tore through the skies. With a single motion, she vanished.
In a burst of speed, she reappeared midair, claws slashing for the silver-haired angel's throat. He parried in time, but the blow sent him flying backward. The golden-haired one came next, blade spinning. Their weapons danced like flames.
If Enel were here, he would have been impressed. Allison was very capable. She darted between them, her claws meeting blades; her form was a blur of black light from her claws, and little traces of wind mixed with cosmic energy.
At such a time, a flashback hit her.
The Underworld.
The scent of brimstone and blood. She had hidden in the shadows as a spy, infiltrating this dirty society. She had been running from the Gluttony Royal Demon family for days. Her body bore scars from missions she was never supposed to survive.
